The Illusive Writer

The Official Multi-Fandom blog of J.C Butcher; co-creator and lead story-designer of The Requiem of Blades comic series. This blog simply exists as a little testament to my hobbies and passions.

[awriterwithinsomnia]

The Plot of Final Fantasy XV (Explained poorly)

A group of hipster goths go on a road trip. Oh, and there are monsters and stuff.

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[livefromthetabernacle-blog]

Oh my god

[tupacabra]

me bringing a dog home to my son

[ourfinalheaven]

ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵉᶫˢᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᵇᵉˢᶦᵈᵉˢ ᵃᵛᵉᶰᵍᵉ ʸᵒᵘ﹖

[canisalbus]

I’m running with the wolves

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UHHHHH, IM LITERALLY READY TO DIE? Blizzard better fucking deliver this or they will catch these motherfuckin hands 👏🏼

[awriterwithinsomnia]

Rest in Peace - The Skin that would have made me main McCree. Van Helsing McCree, you will be missed. Forever in our hearts. May Blizzard ressurect you next Halloween, sweet prince.

[ilabiart]

-Because I have you this time. -You’ve always had me. Avaible on Society6 as art print and more!

[eritiacoli]

Her smile and optimism : gone.

[theguineapig3]

showing off your new OCs to your friends like

[awriterwithinsomnia]

brain: here's a good memory with someone who ended up really hurting you

me: why did you bring me this

brain: just because

[baetology]

Describe your perfect date in detail.

[sonypraystation]

ideal date: it happens

[bibliotechno]

What is my perfect date? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years; she’s never taken another lover. I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.

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it costs $0.00 to keep ur anti-candy corn agenda to yourself

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reblog this with your zodiac sign and your opinion on candy corn

[kiranightart]

“Who… are you? I don’t know your voice, but I know that smell… Are you a hunter?”

Inktober 03.

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mood

[elcomics]

Ark. Written by Ehud Lavski. Art by Yael Nathan. If you like it, please share.

Contact: [email protected]

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@mrozna LOOK AT THIS ITS SO COOL